dearest love, i mean, hello my friend, i mean
i was going to send u a text and it seems, (what does it even mean) that this post will suffice.
creative writing, creative writing.
i was checking my emails, and instead of responding to an email, i thought i would jot down some notes here instead.
i wanna sweep the house? or actually just the kitchen
i have a third of a vegetarian banh mi in the fridge, bread is probably hard because wrapping it in paper is not an acceptable? no, sufficient? eh, adequate, yes, the paper is not an adequate means of food storage for this particular food item.
i finished it, i finished reading mo dao zu shi. i feel so late to the game, i feel like this could have saved me.
sigh, but i'm here now, i'm still here, and i have many conditions of wellness and happiness.
once upon a time, there was a person, who was born female. this person had a heart, that beat 24/7. this female non binary but v femme, except for sometimes, or more like a lot of times, relatively.
ok, let's get back to the story.
once upon a time, there was a female born person who was very very gay, so queer, she could barely contain it. she prefers the pronouns they them and was happy whenever ppl called them chanh. her chanh. my brain is scattered, i stayed up late and woke up early, don't at me.
creative writing. have i written enough? what is this even for? i know what it's for.
creative writing, filmmaking industry, me me me. i'm here.
once upon a time, there was a female born person who identifies w the pronouns they them. she's comfortable w she, but she believes strongly in using they them, despite it not feeling as settled. they went to sleep late last night and woke up early this morning. they hope to go to sleep earlier. they will probably spend many hours today thinking about the content they've been obsessively consuming over the last week or so. they thought the craze was done several times and although they hope that they can really have a more balanced schedule, they don't dare think they can eliminate the possibility, and only live that balanced lifestyle.
does too much of this not make sense?
alllllrrriiiight, creative writing is done for today.
dearest love, are we losing our marbles? i love u very much. see u later.